I'd be the voice that urged orpheus, when her body was found

Cutlass approaches to catch the tail-end of Sagittarius’ comment, and he huffs an amused little laugh. amber eyes peer around at the spread, the man, the fog, the shrine. taking it all in, cataloguing very detail and filing everything away for further inspection. he’ll take it out later, when it’s quiet and he has room to think; he’ll turn it around and over and upside down until understands it all completely. now, he inclines his head to the man and plops down next to his sister, nudging her teasingly with a forepaw. ”name’s Cutlass sir. and this is Sagittarius.”